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"In Search of Shadow Men: A Detective's Journey"
There was a small town named blossom Creek that was known for its peaceful and quiet surroundings with beautiful flowers everywhere But one day, everything changed. A series of mysterious disappearances had been reported, and the town was gripped by fear. People whispered about the appearance of a "Shadow Man" who was said to be behind the crimes.
By Emmanuel Andrew3 years ago in Criminal
The Twin Puppets
The small town of Millfield was known for its peaceful atmosphere and friendly people. But one summer, everything changed. A psycho killer began to stalk the streets, leaving a trail of terror in his wake. The residents of Millfield lived in fear, locking their doors at night and avoiding going out after dark.
By Sheela John3 years ago in Criminal
The Purifier
The city of New York was in the grip of fear. A series of brutal murders had rocked the city to its core. The victims were all young women and the killer had a twisted sense of justice. He called himself the “Purifier” and claimed to be cleaning up the city of its “immoral” women. The police were at a loss, they had no leads and the killer seemed to always be one step ahead of them.
By Sheela John3 years ago in Criminal
My Hacker chpt 2
Chapter 2: Strange feelings "Of course, it just had to be pouring rain tonight-" I grumbled as I snuck along the dark road in my four-wheeler. I had kept the lights off and put on my night-vision goggles, so I was almost undetectable. The mud got worse as I rolled up to the little shack. I slipped out through one of the back doors, then snuck closer. I was on high alert, looking for the man who had managed to hack into top-secret government files. I was soaked when I finally located the little door at the back of the shack. I slipped inside and looked around, there were two levels, the lower one was mostly empty, all except for a small table and chair. The table was littered with papers and what seemed to be food wrappers. Stairs lined the left side of the wall, and a soft blue glow was coming from the top. I took a gun from its holster on my hip and headed up the stairs, but every other step creaked, so I started skipping steps. The second level was much different than the floor level, with tables everywhere, and computers, laptops, papers, and weapon boxes littered the tables and floor. "What is all this?" I said, I looked around, then I went to the nearest computer and sat down in a large cushioned chair. I hit the space bar to wake it up, and the screen opened and glowed the soft blue I had seen before, I was about to set my fingers on the keyboard when I heard a noise behind me. I reached for my gun, but I was too slow, he was already there. He tossed my gun to the floor and knocked me to the ground, I got up pretty quickly, but he charged at me, pinning my arms above my head against the wall. I kicked and wiggled, but it didn't seem to do anything, he just smiled at me with his pearly white teeth. "Little bird~ You're here, I was starting to worry you wouldn't come~" His voice was deep and calm, it seemed to slither in and out of her ears. "Why are you trying to steal info from us, what are you going to do with it?" He chuckled, "why, money ofcourse, I'm going to sell it for a good amount of dough." I tried to wiggle free again, but he only gripped my wrists harder, he leaned closer, our noses were almost touching, and chuckled. "You can't sell our information! You'd be putting hundreds of lives in danger!" his smile flickered, but he kept his gaze on me. "You can't be that cold-hearted, to not care about the lives of innocent people-" I reached for my gun with my foot as I talked. "So, just let me go, and we can help with whatever trouble you're in, give you protection, you don't have to do this." He wavered for a second, then his grin returned, and he leaned closer to my ear, barely brushing it with his lips. A shiver shot down my spine, my chest felt warm, and heat crept into my cheeks, "you really thought I'd trust you that easily, little bird?" He let go of my wrists and put his hand on the side of my head, I needed to fight him, escape. I couldn't move, my body refused to listen to my head, I gasped softly, he had kissed my neck. I was about to hit him in his stomach when his big hands wrapped around my head, I tried to glimpse what he was doing, but everything went black. I woke up an hour later on the floor of the shack, my head was pounding. I stood up slowly, pain shooting down my spine from my head, I walked to the chair and sat down heavily. I rubbed the bump that was forming, and looked around, "what!?" gone, everything was gone! The computers, the papers, even the tables, the only thing left was the chair, and a little board hanging on the wall, "wait-" there was something on the board. There was a low rumble, a car was being revved outside, I jumped to the nearest window just in time to see the hacker drive off in my four-wheeler. I cursed, kicked the chair, and started pacing, "how the hell am I gonna get him now!?" A little yellow paper on the board caught my eye, I tripped as I made my way over to the little note. I pulled it off and read it, note: "Thanks for the car Little Bird, I can't wait for your next visit, I do hope the caves are nice this time of year~" I growled in frustration, crumpled the note, and called for a pick-up. Thirty minutes later a mini-van pulled up to the shack, I climbed in and they drove me to my house, "Thanks max-" The short blond boy nodded and drove off. I walked into my house and sat heavily on my couch, the sun started rising slowly, and I dozed off where I sat, utterly exhausted. There was a shuffle to my right, I opened my eyes and was startled to see the hacker hovering above me, grinning that pure white smile of his. I panicked for a second, but then our eyes locked together, and his bright blue eyes stared into mine. My breath hitched in my throat, and I didn't want to move from that spot, he started leaning down towards me, "No, he's an enemy, bad guy, big no no!" was going through my head. I didn't care, he got closer, slipping a hand under my chin, he lifted my face, his lips brushed mine, just a little closer and... I woke up. I sat there on my couch, the sun now shining through my window, "what the f-" Heat crashed into my cheeks, turning them red. What was wrong with me, he's the enemy, why the hell was I dreaming about him!? I went to the kitchen and splashed cold water on my face, "focus, he is a threat that needs to be eliminated-" I grabbed my gear and headed for the base. I needed to get another vehicle, and I needed to get to the mermaid caves. I have one mission, find the hacker and stop him, and that's what I'm going to do-
By Abigail Lyle3 years ago in Criminal
Understanding Motorcycle Accident Lawyers in Los Angeles
Understanding Motorcycle Accident Lawyers in Los Angeles Motorcycle accidents are becoming increasingly common in Los Angeles, leading to a rise in the demand for lawyers specializing in handling such cases. Motorcycle accident lawyers in Los Angeles play an essential role in helping victims of motorcycle accidents get the compensation they deserve. This article will provide an in-depth overview of motorcycle accident lawyers in Los Angeles and their role in the legal system.
By Novelstamil.com3 years ago in Criminal
Witness to Everything
I've lived in New York City my whole life. Its great. The people, little bakeries, concerts. Theres never a moment of boredom, unless you're snowed in. Winter is the only season that I cannot stand in this concrete jungle. Once November rolls around in this city that never sleeps, the crowds turn quite bitter. Of course, media only portrays the holiday cheer, tinsel hung on each balcony, the ginormous tree to be put up and lit in celebration of another great holiday. They fail to mention the terrible, dangerous traffic, the chunks of snow and ice falling from window sills onto parked cars or unlucky passers by, and the ten Santas up the block begging for you to take a picture with them for an outrageous price. Anyway, I digress.
By Aaron Ranyer3 years ago in Criminal
A look at Out of the Law
A look at Out of the Law Out of the Law is a blog dedicated to law school admissions and legal career advice. The blog provides valuable information on the admissions process, legal career options, and more. In this post, we will be looking at one of the blog's recent posts, "The Importance of Accomplishments in Law School." In this post, the author discusses the importance of accomplishments in law school and how they can help you stand out from the crowd. The author provides helpful tips on how to showcase your accomplishments in a way that will appeal to the admissions board. This post is a valuable resource for students looking to improve their chances of being accepted to a law school.
By Derrick Juma3 years ago in Criminal
The Kidnapping of Sarah Johnson
Sarah Johnson, a wealthy businesswoman in her mid-30s, was kidnapped from her home in the middle of the night. The kidnappers left behind a ransom note demanding a large sum of money in exchange for her safe return. The police were called and an investigation was launched to find the kidnappers and bring Sarah home safely.
By Pro Writer3 years ago in Criminal
police investigation into a series of burglaries committed by a skilled and elusive thief
The sun had set over the city, casting a warm golden glow over the sprawling metropolis. Detective John Wilson sighed as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes. He had been working on this case for weeks now, and he was no closer to finding the culprit than he was when he started.
By 4MECH702 Udhaya Kumar V3 years ago in Criminal
